I was so sure I died.
But I wake, my body curled into itself, strands of hair falling over my face. My cheek’s resting on my arm and my arm has an ache in it from lying on a hard surface. These are the things I notice before remembering I’d died.
Then the rest of my consciousness barrels into me and I come fully awake with a jerk.
Blinking. My breath making my hair move. I’m lying on a floor, which isn’t right. The floor is a light grey. I must be in a hospital.
Of course. There had been…
It’s funny, what hope can do. It can block out all else until it leaves you blind. I think hope must be like love; an eager falling that drops you into a world warmer and kinder than the one you just left.
Hope is what I’m clinging to now, as whatever strange craft I’m in draws closer to the Earth.
That autumn we all had hope.
Even the former Prime Minister tried to return; slinking out from whatever luxury rock he’d crawled under. …
I can see the Earth framed in the centre of the window.
You have no idea how . . . miraculous it looks; that tiny, tiny world, hanging in the void. It doesn’t look natural. It hangs in space the same way a hammer doesn’t hang in the air. I press myself to the glass that I don’t think is glass — there’s something metallic about its texture — and long to be there, on the surface once again. My bones ache with it. …
At some point I slept.
I have the feeling I was asleep for a long time, as if I fell into a deep, dark unconsciousness. But it’s impossible to tell because day and night are meaningless in my little room. The light here is constant, despite the fact I can’t see any fixtures, or switches or bulbs. I think its day two. That feels right.
I’ve decided to try the space-shower
I step onto the slight rise in the floor, look up at the square panel in the ceiling and look for something to turn, or push or, I don’t…
I’ve always learnt my lessons slowly . . .
That day in Bunnings I let my feet take me to the gardening section.
Surreptitiously I watch real-life gardeners go about their business; knowledgeable creatures hefting bags of potting mix onto laden trolleys, discussing watering systems with each other and casting experienced eyes over compost bins. They use exotic terms like ‘wetting agents’ and ‘slow-release.’ Someone says the words plant food, and I picture giant, thorny roses devouring people whole, like perfumed anacondas.
A small clump of violets whisper ‘plant killer’ as I wander past. …
I don’t watch Australia’s The Bachelor anymore, but this season someone I followed on Twitter slut-shamed a contestant. I unfollowed them, and that should have been the end of it.
But it bothered me. Like, really bothered me. Not only is slut-shaming infuriating, but this was a twitter friend I really liked. I started thinking about this show, trash-reality television in general and why I’ve stopped watching it. Reasons that range from the benign to worrying about the darkest core of our society. Follow me, if you will, down the possibly-overthinking rabbit hole.
Objectively, it just is. Its the same…
I never knew that waking up every morning with a different song in my head was a thing until a few years ago when I mentioned it to a friend, who flat-out didn’t believe me.
I instantly had one of those moments many of us have — ‘Oh no, am I being weird again?’ — but a quick google revealed that many people experience this. And don’t you just love those Principal Skinner moments.
It’s the friend who is wrong.
The friendship eventually fizzled, but my mental iPod stayed. Every morning it will choose something random as I wake, eyes…
Women on the spectrum who are my age or older tend to be a quirky breed.
The term autism has been around since 1911, though it had some very murky beginnings. The understanding of this disorder gradually evolved until both autism and Asperger’s became Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) in 2013.
But none of those terms meant anything to me when I was growing up in rural Australia in the 80’s.
I don’t think I heard the word autistic before I saw the movie Rain Man. More to the point, Dustin Hoffman’s portrayal of Raymond Babbitt, an ‘autistic savant,’ was so…
This is, of course, a completely true story.
You probably won’t believe it until I explain I have unmedicated ADHD, the result being my life is a complete shambles. I spend each and every day trying to be organised, failing, writing a list of everything I won’t achieve the next day before going to bed and worrying about things before eventually falling asleep.
Example: the last day I spent in my little flat I had less than ten dollars to my name, no food in the fridge and nothing coming in for another two days.
Action: I went out and…